Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Jandek,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.